Adore Me

Baseball

A/N: TO THE FUCKING HATER THAT TOLD ME TO STOP WRITING MY ADORE YOU SERIES! YOU CAN'T STOP ME!

He perked up when Sanji's red convertible pulled into his driveway and exited his car. Zoro grinned watching Sanji get out and head into his house across the street. Once he disappeared behind his pearl white door. Zoro turned to an assortment of sport's equipment in the corner of his room. He grinned getting over to them and picking up a baseball bat and ball.

Sanji wasn't just his teacher. But. He also a neighbor who lived across the street from Zoro. He overheard Sanji saying he was being kicked out of his apartment and Zoro slipped the flyer of the house on his desk when he wasn't looking. Within the small amount of time, Sanji moved in with a little help of the neighbor boy in his sophomore year.

On the weekends Zoro tried to take up a new sport. Last week was tennis and he was able to hit the ball over his fence into Sanji's backyard. Zoro had the arm strength to hit as far as his dirty mind could take him. Sanji soon picked up on his little game and knew Zoro came over once every weekend. He didn't mind, he kind of enjoyed his company. Then would feed him. And Zoro would leave that night. But he didn't mind the little company. Zoro sometimes would visit a bit more often with 'not understanding the homework' card. Which ends up with them watching some cooking or sports show.

Zoro loved him. He loved to watch Sanji bend and stretch his legs. Oh how he imagined scenario after scenario of watching him undress. Or his skilled hands touch more than just a hand or a shoulder. Zoro loved his hands. He'd sit and watch Sanji cut, tear, break, or scoop up all he could with his frail hands. Zoro knew of how his hands were swift and soft. He pulled many slips of paper from Zoro's back pocket before. Many times.

He pulled himself over the fence as Sanji opened his front curtain. Then stepped away to probably change. Or shower. If Zoro was lucky. No it was Friday, Sanji showered after work when it was Thursday. The day he decided to stay after school and get some work done.

"Damn being good." He muttered.

Once Sanji stepped back out from the other side of the room with a white cat and in a new outfit. Zoro began his plan. He hopped down from the fence and backed up slightly. Picking up the ball and bat. He tossed it up and down in his hand before tossing it up. And with a swift move the ball smacked against the bat and darted across the street.
Zoro pulled himself up on the fence looking over to see the ball fly into Sanji's backyard.
He grinned tossing away the bat and climbing the fence. He walked proudly over to the pearl door giving a simple triple knock before stepping back. After a moment Sanji opened the door.

"You know you can just come over when you want. Instead of throwing your shit in my yard." Sanji said.

"Another dollar to the curse jar." Zoro said.

He only seemed to curse more when Zoro came over.

"So what did you throw in my yard this time? A tennis ball? A wiffle ball? Your stupidity?" Sanji asked.

"Just a baseball, unless you'd let me take a bat in your batter's box."

"I don't know what that means, but I guess you can come inside."

Sanji stepped aside letting the green haired boy come inside.